Kyle liked his job. He had been a meter man for the
department of water and power and loved the non stressed pace it gave him. He
was able to do the job in half the time the city thought it would take, so it
gave him a lot of free time. Kyle also loved how walking five miles a day kept
him in top aerobic shape, and he met a lot of very interesting people while on
the job.

One particular person was an older man named Ross. Ross had
a small house on Laurel Ave
in West Hollywood, which had a small bungalow in back.
Ross was always friendly to Kyle when he saw him, offering him water or a
granola bar to sustain him. Kyle knew Ross' trade was that of a barber, because
he occasionally saw customers inside, getting a haircut and a number of times,
Kyle observed him giving body trims.

On one particularly warm afternoon, Kyle checked on Ross'
meter, when Ross came outside with a glass of ice water. Kyle was grateful.

"Hey kid, you could use a haircut. Where do you usually
go"?, asked Ross.

Kyle replied, "Supercuts. You can't beat the price!"

Ross responded like an arrow had shot through his heart.
"Kid, you hurt me. You know I'm the best. Why don't you come in and let me cut
you?"

Kyle paused, and thought, why not? He was done with his
duties for the day, and it sounded relaxing. He accepted, and the two men went
inside.

Ross' house was tiny, just one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen
and front room. He had a barber chair where a dining room area should have
been, with a sink built in the corner. Kyle marveled at this cottage industry
business Ross had. Hardly any overhead, and no commuting!

Ross handed Kyle a beer and told him to take off his shirt
so Ross could shampoo him. Kyle reluctantly removed his shirt, because he was
subconscious about his overly hairy body. Ross immediately commented on his
furry chest.

"Wow! You're a bear, kid! Let me know if you ever want that
trimmed.", said Ross. Kyle had never thought about it, but was aroused at the
thought of getting his body hair trimmed, or more intoxicating, shaved off.
Kyle told him he'd think about it, and Ross began to cut Kyle's hair.

The resulting haircut was ten times better than the woman at
Supercuts ever did, plus Kyle liked Ross's easygoing conversation. He had not
noticed that two hours had gone by.

"How much do I owe you?", Kyle inquired.

"Ten bucks. Eight less than Supercuts, and I'll bet you
never go back there!, proclaimed Ross. He was right, because from then on, Kyle
started going to Ross.

The third visit Kyle made, Ross asked him about the body
trim. Kyle was of European descent, and his body had a thick coat of coarse,
light brown fur. His chest, arms, back and legs were covered, and his pubes
looked like a poodle. During the haircut, Ross told him he would look better
trimmed, that it was the style these days. Ross had fed Kyle three beers during
the haircut session, and it put Kyle's inhibitions on hold. He agreed, and Ross
began the trim session. He got a massage table out of the closet and set it up,
placing sheets on it. Kyle felt timid and vulnerable, yet highly stimulated.

Ross told him, "Strip for me kid". Kyle got up and began to
undress in front of the old man. In a way, he felt like he was undressing in
front of a doctor, yet he could help noticing the way Ross was looking at him,
like he was an exotic dancer. When he dropped his shorts, Ross laughed out
loud.

"Whoa, that's a bush, kid! I can't even see it!" referring
to his flaccid cock, that decided to hide from the barber. Ross gave Kyle a
fourth beer, and while standing and drinking, Ross began the trimming. He used
a tall height on the trimmers, so Kyle would not be in shock with the trim.
Kyle felt increasing comfortable as Ross went over his body with the electric
clippers vibrating on his sensitive skin. When he was done with Kyle trunk,
legs and arms, Ross ordered him to lie on the table, on his back, and spread
his legs, so they hung off the table. Ross rubbed Kyle's thigh, then began to
trim his bush.

This was a wonderful feeling, and Kyle couldn't figure out
if it was the vibration of the equipment, or the fact he had surrendered to
Ross. Ross left no area untouched, and felt no reservations of grabbing Kyle's
now swollen penis. Kyle had to refrain from moaning.

Kyle was in a state of nirvana and hardly heard when Ross
had asked him to turn over. When he realized what was being said to him, Kyle
obeyed and flipped over and felt Ross spread his legs wide, then something else
Kyle hadn't anticipated; Ross reached underneath and pulled Kyle's cock and
balls, so they lay flat pointing down . Kyle had a full boner by this time, and
though Ross could see it pulse. Ross pretended not to notice, and began to
shear Kyle's butt and crack.

Something unusual happened, when Ross drove the clippers
over Kyle's anus. Kyle whole body shuddered, and he experienced the most overwhelming
orgasm of his life. He could not stop blasting out hot semen from his cock that
felt like a fire hose out of control. Ross did not help matters, in that he
kept on trimming his puckery hole, until Kyle had spent his load, and then just
laid there, exhausted. The trimming continued, until Ross was satisfied.

"You have a very sensitive asshole, I see", proclaimed Ross,
as he rubbed Kyle lower back. "Almost like a cunt", he added. Kyle was
humiliated, yet couldn't believe the pleasure he received by what Ross had done
to him. Ross then suggested he get up and shower off the excess hair and semen
that landed on his legs. Kyle could barely get off the table and walk into the
bathroom, where Ross had started the water in the shower, and was waiting for
Kyle with soap, a washcloth and an oversized towel. The water was hot, and the
pressure strong as Kyle sat on the ledge, weak from the explosion he had
earlier. After he had built up the strength to wash himself, he finished, then
turned off the water, dried off and began to dress. Ross had put away the
table, and was in the kitchen, watching TV. He saw Kyle, and approached him
smiling. "I'd like to see you next week, kid", Ross said. Kyle immediately
nodded his head and asked, "How much do I owe you for this?" Ross grinned, and
told him the first one was free, but the second would cost him. Kyle's chest
involuntarily heaved. This was the best orgasm he ever had, and Kyle knew there
would be more to come.

That night, while surfing on his computer, he saw an email
pop up with an address he was not familiar with. It was from Ross. Kyle had no
idea how he got his address, but he quickly opened it and read:

"Hey Kid:

I'm hope you had a good time today. I'm sure we'll be doing
this a lot more in the future.

For the time ahead, let's schedule for this Friday, at 4 pm.
We'll do the standard haircut and body trim. I want to ask you to do something
else for me. Before you come over, go to CVS and buy three Fleet enema kits,
the kind that have mineral oil. On your meter rounds, find a bathroom and try
to void anything you are carrying. Rinse yourself out three times with the
enemas. You'll see why. If you would rather do it here, I'll help you.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Ross"

Kyle got so hot and bothered, he quickly stripped and
started masturbating. But as he jerked off and tried to cum, he could not
achieve an orgasm. Instinctively, he reached down, and began to rub his
asshole. Within seconds, he came. The jism had splashed all over the screen,
which had never happened before. Laughing, he got a paper towel and began
cleaning, when another email popped up:

"Kid:

Reply immediately and tell me if you just jerked off. No
response means no more trims.

Ross"

Kyle obeyed, and typed back, confessing he had masturbated.
He felt guilty that he did, and hoped it didn't ruin his chances of another
session. He waited for a reply, staring at the screen. Within seconds:

"Thank you for being up front. I appreciate that.

See you Friday, kid"

Kyle sighed, turned off the computer, and went to bed. He
instantly fell asleep.

Friday seemed like it would never arrive, but when it did,
Kyle had already purchased the kits, and had them in a back pack flung over his
shoulder. He seemed to float on his feet the whole morning, anticipating what
magic Ross would administer this afternoon. Around two pm, he passed by a public restroom, and decided even
though he didn't feel the need, he would try, for Ross' sake. The bathroom
reeked with urine, and after successfully excreting, he discovered there was no
toilet paper. He wanted to be as clean as possible for his barber, so he used
his underwear to wipe. No big deal, they were torn anyway. No way after that we
could wear them, so he wadded them up and threw them in the trash. He then went
on his way, and checked more meters on his route, slowly getting closer to
Ross' house.

He arrived at his barber's place fifteen minutes early, but
was glad to see Ross was waiting for him, sitting on the porch. He also noticed
Ross was dressed differently from the Tommy Bahamas look he always displayed.
Today, he was wearing a black tank top, old blue jeans, and doc marten black
boots. Ross was also smoking a thick cigar. The fragrance of the smoke gave
Kyle a lump in his throat. Other than that, Ross was his old self, smiling and
inviting Kyle in the house. Once inside, he offered Kyle his beer, and the
ritual began. Kyle was used to it by now, and almost immediately after shutting
the door, began to strip. Ross always watched him get nude, something about the
process of morphing into his subject that Kyle figured turned Ross on. Ross's
eyes got big when he noticed Kyle wearing no boxers. Kyle explained he had to
use them for another reason, and Ross nodded his head, then asked if he
douched. Kyle shook his head and pulled out the three boxes from his bag,
delighting Ross. He motioned Kyle into the bathroom, and began to gently clean
out Kyle. Kyle had not even thought he would not do it himself, and was not
comfortable with someone else performing such a personal duty. The oil shooting
up him made his body tingle. When it was all in him, Ross would plug his hole
to allow no fluid to escape. After two minutes, Ross told Kyle to tighten his
hole, and sit on the toilet and push. Kyle was extremely embarrassed that Ross
was watching him do this, but did not object. Ross performed this treatment two
more times and by the third time, the toilet bowl was completely clean. Ross
finished the cleaning session by wiping Kyle's crack with baby wipes. They were
soft and wet. Kyle didn't flinch.

Kyle loved being stark naked in Ross' house, especially if
there was an open window. He discovered his fetish for exhibitionism, and got
turned on when a passerby peered in. Ross realized this too, and once or twice
had a neighbor come in when Kyle was being trimmed. They left when Ross
performed the most personal service.

This was the tenth or more time that Ross had trimmed Kyle,
or cut his hair in between. What Kyle had not known when the trimming started,
was that Ross had been trimming closer and closer each time. By the fifth or
sixth time, he started using a razor, first on his back, then chest, then
belly. By now, only his bush remained, and it was down to stubble. Kyle could
barely remember how it felt to be hairy. He was now accustomed to the smooth
feeling.

Kyle did wonder what Ross was going to do today, especially
because he had requested Kyle's colon be squeaky clean. This might be the day
Ross decided to fuck Kyle in the ass, and with the feeling Ross gave him, he
would not object one bit.

After the shampoo and haircut, Ross began to rub a lotion on
Kyle's body, which made the skin tingle and burn a bit. "Just a reaction to the
shaving", explained Ross, calming the kid. This session, Ross had decided to
shave Kyle's remaining Brazilian style bush, turning Kyle completely smooth
from the neck down. What Kyle didn't know was the lotion was permanent hair
remover, something only licensed beauticians could purchase. He then led Kyle
back to the shower and rinsed off his body, Kyle just standing there while Ross
did all the work. Kyle had noticed he was less and less independent, Ross was
taking over everything. He had even started cutting Kyle's hair shorter, so now
he wore a buzz, just like Ross had. With the clothes Ross was wearing today, he
suddenly realized how butch and buff his barber and mentor actually looked.

Usually, Kyle would receive his anal massage back on the
massage table, but Ross had different plans tonight. After he dried off his
kid, he ordered him to go into his bedroom and get on the bed on his hands and
knees, with his ass facing the door. Kyle obeyed to everything and walked into
Ross's bedroom. This was the first time he had been allowed in there. The room
was sparse, only a bed with a table and lamp. Kyle didn't have the nerve to
turn on the light. He crawled on the bed in the position he was told.

Ross came in after a while, with a tray with drinks, a small
bottle and some small box. He set the tray on the table, and handed one of the
drinks to Kyle. Both he and Ross downed the old fashioned glass filled with
Wild Turkey 101. This caused a slight burning in Kyle's belly, followed by a
warm glow. Ross set the glass down and peeled off his tank top, revealing a
very hairy chest. Kyle was envious of Ross's manly look, and stared at his own,
hairless, boyish figure. The bourbon was taking effect, and Kyle felt woozy. He
was turned on how Ross made him be on all fours, his hungry hole exposed and
cute as a button (Ross' words).

Ross got behind Kyle, and began to tug on his cock. This
caused it to get hard, but as Kyle knew, it wasn't what made him wild. Ross
whispered how he loved how Kyle's hole needed him, and how far Kyle would go to
received the service. This was driving Kyle crazy, and he began to lick his
lips, agreeing to Ross' mandates. Ross said that with his cute hairless body,
he would pay for nipple and tongue piercings, as well as any tattoos Kyle
desired.

He then began to describe how Kyle's delicious asshole
looked. Ross confessed how turned on he was by it, and that he had wanted it
for his own since he first saw it. Ross then stopped talking and bent down to
kiss it. Kyle let out a loud ecstasy wail, while Ross licked, kissed, spit and
nibbled on his pink wrinkly knob. Ross told him he knew how to please Kyle, and
spread KY jelly up and down his crack. Ross then opened up the box on the
table, and took out what looked like a small penlight. He rubbed the utensil on
Kyle's hole, then pushed it in. Ross maneuvered the probe until he found Kyle's
prostate. The he clicked the top of it, and it began to vibrate inside Kyle,
massaging his prostate. Kyle wailed in rapture and immediately shot his load,
but this time, it was one continuous stream, like he was pissing. It seemed to
last for minutes, and Ross didn't let up. He loved giving so much pleasure to
someone, and knowing he would have all the obedience Ross needed from Kyle.
When Kyle had no more cum inside, he remained on all fours, wobbly as can be.
He saw Ross stand up, and remove his pants, which were snapped up the back,
allowing him to strip them off easily, leaving on his boots. Kyle stared at
Ross' body; he was a bear, and had a huge, uncut cock. Ross stroked it a few
time, pulling back the foreskin, then wiggled it in front of Kyle's mouth. Kyle
opened and began to slurp on Ross's gigantic snake. It tasted sour from Ross'
sweat, only increasing Kyle's desire to suck. Ross pumped Kyle's head back and
forth, almost in a violent way, not hurting his boy. Ross began to chant,
"That's it. I knew you could suck cock. You wanted my cock all along...", humping
his new property. "I want you, kid. I want you to worship me. Be my bitch, you
gorgeous faggot. I want to take you to Folsom St. and parade you, show off my
boi."

Kyle could only moan while he licked and sucked Ross's now
rock hard cock. Ross pulled it out, and slapped it on the side of Kyle's face,
to show how was in charge. Kyle only closed his eyes and purred. Ross walked
over to the table and grabbed the small bottle and put it in front of Kyle's
face. "This will make is easy on your pussy, kid". It was a bottle of poppers,
and Kyle took and big intoxicating whiff. In seconds, Kyle's boi cunt was wide
open, and Ross entered him. The Man fucked him with all the fury he could give
the boi, and in doing so, caused Kyle to cum three more times. When it was
Ross' turn to shoot, he pulled out and shot all over Kyle's back. When Ross was
finished, he scooped some sticky semen up, and gave it to Kyle. Kyle wasted no
time eating the hot cum, licking his Owner's fingers.

Ross told Kyle to change the sheets and call him when he was
done, so Ross could enjoy a cigar outside in the backyard. When Kyle was
finished, he joined Ross outside, under the patio lamp. Ross presented Kyle
with a gift. Kyle opened it and saw a small cage. "It's a skeletor cock cage.
If you truly want me, you'll wear this",
said Ross. Kyle held it in his hands, then offered it to Ross. Ross smiled, and
fit it over Kyle's cock and balls. He shut it, and fastened the combination
lock shut. Ross was the only one in the world who knew the combination. Kyle
leaned over, kissed his Owner on the mouth, then got on his hands and knees,
and began to lick Ross' boots.